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Magnus sighed happily as Alec deepened the kiss, pressing him even further into the back of the couch. He reached up blindly and tangled his fingers in Alec’s hair, briefly tightening his grip as Alec nipped at his bottom lip. Alec hummed against his lips, quiet and happy, before pulling back just enough to pant for air in the scarce space between them.
Magnus pressed their foreheads firmly together and smiled. He and Alec hadn’t gone much further than kissing (really, it was closer to light making out, at this point), Magnus letting Alec take the lead for most of their relationship, but today Magnus was feeling confident that they were both on the same page.
He pressed a light kiss to the corner of Alec’s panting mouth, then another next to that, and another below that, kissing his way down to Alec’s jaw and neck. Alec shifted back slightly to give him more space to maneuver and Magnus took full advantage, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of Alec’s throat.
Alec tensed and gasped above him, but it wasn’t the gasp that Magnus usually associated with pleasure. Immediately, he pulled back, lightening his grip on Alec’s hips until he was barely even touching him anymore, giving Alec the ability to completely pull away. Magnus looked up and saw Alec biting his lip on a grimace.
“Sorry,” Magnus said, his voice far more wrecked than he had expected it to be after just a little kissing. “I suppose maybe I shouldn’t have done that.”
Alec shook his head, his shoulders relaxing. “No! No, it wasn’t--it wasn’t bad .”
Magnus frowned and tilted his head to the side. Slowly, so that Alec could pull away if he wanted to, Magnus took Alec’s hand and laced their fingers together. Alec gripped back just as tightly.
“Alexander, what is it?”
Alec bit his lip again, going a little pink around the tips of his ears and across his cheekbones. Magnus couldn’t help but let out a small smile. It should be illegal to be that cute.
“I’m just a little ticklish is all.”
Magnus raised an eyebrow and raised his free hand to trail his finger down the length of Alec’s neck. Alec shivered and bit his lip harder, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly. Magnus smothered a grin.
“I think it’s more than a little , darling.”
Alec rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’m kind of a lot ticklish. Happy?”
This time, Magnus didn’t bother to bury his grin. “When I’m with you?” Magnus said, just to see that blush again. “Always.”
And sure enough, Alec's face flushed once more as he looked away, but not before Magnus caught sight of the goofy grin on his face. Magnus would do just about anything to keep that smile in place, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. His boyfriend was far too serious for his own good.
Magnus tapped under Alec’s chin to get him to look up again. “So, neck is off limits, then?”
Alec squirmed in place where he sat on the couch. Magnus raised an eyebrow.
“It wasn’t bad ,” Alec said again.
Magnus searched his eyes for a moment. “So it was… good?”
Alec nodded.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
Alec nodded once more, but Magnus shook his head.
“I need a verbal response here, dear Alexander.”
Alec huffed, looking away from Magnus and petulantly adding a quiet, “Yes.”
That was all Magnus needed. He leaned in again, but instead of attaching his lips to Alec’s neck once more, he pulled Alec into another kiss. Alec let out a confused hum, but kissed back all the same, making Magnus glad they were sitting on the couch because he was sure Alec’s lips would’ve had him going weak at the knees.
Magnus dedicated his full attention to Alec’s lips for several long minutes, waiting until Alec had relaxed under the affection, and relaxed under it he had. The tension he’d carried through their conversation had vanished completely, his hands roaming Magnus’s body in a way that made Magnus completely dizzy, his lips now leading the kiss with a tender care that Magnus hadn’t experienced for a long time before Alec came along. He became so lost in Alec that he almost forgot what he was there to do.
The next time Alec pulled away for breath, Magnus kissed his way back to his jaw. For the time being, he kept his lips careful and feather-light, glancing up at Alec in his periphery and seeing his eyes closed, mouth parted in pleasure, still panting from their long minutes of kissing.
Magnus focused back on Alec’s skin, kissing down his face to the bare, unmarked side of his neck. He had plans for that rune, later.
The moment Magnus’s lips touched down under Alec’s jawline, he heard Alec gasp above him. Magnus hesitated, but didn’t pull back, continuing to softly kiss underneath the hard line of his jaw. Alec continued to make breathy noises, a mix between pleasure and something else, and his hands came up to tightly grip Magnus’s hips.
Magnus added a little more pressure to his lips, pressing an open mouthed kiss just under the bolt of Alec’s jaw. Alec jolted and his shoulders shook for a brief moment, and Magnus couldn’t help but smile against Alec’s skin.
“Don’t be so smug,” Alec murmured, his voice breathy and wavering.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Magnus spoke against the skin of his neck.
His grin only widened when Alec jolted again and he let out a muffled noise, leaving Magnus unsure as to whether it was a whimper or an aborted giggle.
He added more pressure to his kisses from then on, moving his way down the side of Alec’s neck, only stopping when Alec’s shirt prevented him from going any lower. And even then, Magnus unbuttoned the top few buttons as he kissed his way back up to Alec’s jaw so that he would have more access on his next pass.
At this point, Alec was practically trembling underneath him, the breathy sounds getting louder and closer to laughter the longer Magnus continued. His hands were still tight around Magnus’s hips, arms trembling with what was probably the effort to not push him away. Magnus kissed his way back down Alec’s neck and hovered over his collarbone with a grin.
“Does it feel good?”
Alec hummed a shaky affirmative.
Magnus’s grin turned a little more mischievous. “Does it tickle ?”
Alec made a frustrated noise deep in his throat. “You know it does,” he replied, his voice wavering and unsteady. Magnus could hear the smile in it.
“You’re holding out on me.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
Magnus rolled his eyes and started mouthing at Alec’s collarbone, no longer only pressing simple kisses to the skin. It seemed to finally break the dam, as Alec let out a shocked noise before tumbling into quiet, breathy giggles. His hands jerked at Magnus’s hips, pushing them away for a moment before he seemed to regain control of himself and pulling Magnus’s lower half closer once more.
And now that Magnus had gotten Alec to break, it seemed like he couldn’t stop. No matter what Magnus did, whether it be pressing more feather-light kisses to the skin or mouthing at it hungrily, Alec’s giggles came tumbling out.
It was the most beautiful song that Magnus had ever heard in his long life, and he never wanted to be without it again. Sure, Alec laughed, but his usual chuckles were quiet and self-conscious, like he was trying to not take up too much space or bring too much attention to himself. But these giggles? They were bright and loud and bouncy and musical, and Alec couldn’t hide them behind his serious facade. They demanded to be heard, and hear them Magnus would.
Now that he had gotten Alec to crack, Magnus moved onto the main course: that damned rune on Alec’s neck that Magnus had been wanting to get his mouth on for ages .
Alec’s laughter jumped when Magnus’s lips moved over the tattooed skin, and Magnus knew he had saved the best for last. It seemed that runed skin was more sensitive, or maybe that was just an Alec thing, but he was certainly going to have to test that out more later, on a much larger scale.
Good thing Alec was quite tall. Plenty of skin for him to draw his runes on, and plenty of skin for Magnus to explore.
“Magnus, please --” Alec laughed out beneath him, his hands now scrabbling at Magnus’s back as opposed to gripping his hips.
Magnus chuckled against Alec’s skin, grinning at the squeal it earned him. “Please what, Alexander? Please… never stop tickling you?” He moved up to speak directly into Alec’s ear, letting his breath and lips brush across the skin. “Please kiss your neck all day long? Please keep drawing that delicious laughter out of you until you’re driven absolutely mad?”
Alec tossed his head back and shook it back and forth wildly as he laughed, mussing his hair on the couch cushions. Magnus wasn’t sure when they’d gotten in this position, Alec laying down on the couch and Magnus straddling his waist, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Especially when he leaned back in and attached his lips to Alec’s rune once more, the laughter jumping in pitch.
Magnus decided to experiment and moved up to the line of the rune just below Alec’s jaw and started sucking on the skin there. Alec seemed caught between his laughter and some noise of pleasure, and what came out of his mouth was such an endearing conglomeration of the two that Magnus couldn’t help but chuckle against his skin, making Alec squeal again.
“ Tickles !” Alec shrieked.
Magnus chuckled again. “Well I would hope so, that is what I’m intending, after all.”
He moved back down and lightly scraped his teeth against the center of the rune, not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to drive Alec crazy with the new sensation, and drive Alec crazy it did. Alec threw his head back, exposing his gorgeous neck in its entirety, and cackled wildly. His legs scrabbled against the couch behind Magnus and his hands gripped at his shoulders, seemingly torn over whether or not he actually wanted to push Magnus away. Magnus scraped his teeth along the rune a few more times to draw some more of those adorable cackles out before Alec finally gave in, shoving at his shoulders. Magnus leaned back immediately.
“How was that?” Magnus asked smugly.
Alec snorted, lowering his hands to rest on Magnus’s thighs. “Ticklish,” he said.
Magnus planted his hands on either side of Alec’s head to gaze down at him. Alec brought one of his hands up to run his fingers through Magnus’s hair, and Magnus figured the styling was already long-ruined so he let him.
“Did you have fun?”
Alec looked away and cleared his throat. The blush spreading across his face was already answer enough, but Magnus didn’t let the smile spread across his face until Alec nodded.
“What about you?” Alec asked.
Magnus cocked his head to the side. “What about me?”
Alec sat up, meaning Magnus had to sit up, too, still firmly in Alec’s lap.
“Are you ticklish?”
Magnus ignored the traitorous butterflies in his stomach and gave Alec a cocky grin. “All my years of life, and you think I’d still be ticklish? You’re welcome to try, but you’re in for some disappointment, Alexander.”
Alec pouted, but it quickly vanished as he leaned in to kiss Magnus again. Magnus certainly wasn’t complaining about the chain of events and opened up easily under Alec’s lips. When Alec wrapped his arms tightly around Magnus’s back and began trailing his lips down to his jaw, Magnus didn’t even think twice about it, tilting his head back to give Alec all the access he needed.
Alec let out a quiet hum, lips vibrating against his throat, and Magnus shivered, a smile twitching at the edges of his lips. It was gone just as quickly, dissolving into a quiet, open-mouthed gasp as Alec sucked on his pulse point. It seemed that, even when lost to laughter, Alec was a quick study.
Only then, Alec quickly kissed his way up to Magnus’s ear, a sensitive spot in more ways than one, and mouthed under and behind it. Breathy noises of pleasure escaped Magnus even as his lips began twitching up into a smile. He hoped Alec didn’t notice it from where he had buried his face, but those hopes were shattered when Alec suddenly took a deep breath. Magnus knew what was coming next and was powerless to stop it.
Alec blew a long, loud raspberry right near Magnus’s ear.
Magnus burst into loud laughter, squirming in Alec’s lap and gripping at his shirt and hair desperately. He hadn’t been that mean when he’d been tickling Alec, it wasn’t fair that Alec brought raspberries into the mix! Even so, Magnus couldn’t find it in himself to protest as Alec blew another loud raspberry slightly further down Magnus’s neck. Then another, and another, and another, until Magnus found himself gasping for air for a completely different reason than he had been earlier.
And based off Alec’s cheeky grin, it would be a while yet before Magnus’s lungs got any relief. Not that he was complaining.